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Unfortunately, Jasmine didn’t talk in her sleep. Otherwise, Dwayne may have been able to gain insight into her thoughts. Her eyes fluttered as though dreaming of something. Dwayne would have given just about anything to be able to know what she was thinking of. Where had she been? Where were they going? What was she doing saving his life again? Dwayne hadn’t seen Jasmine since the day an accident had taken away his ability walk two years ago. She was a hero that day but nobody else knew that. Jasmine had disappeared.
For two years Dwayne had been living a lie, taking the credit for the heroic acts of the girl who he presumed had died in the fire. She had not died though; the girl who saved Dwayne’s life was very much alive and laying asleep in front of him. Dwayne had a lot of questions to ask her but decided to let her sleep. She deserved that, after all this was the second time in two years that she had helped him... and besides, Dwayne wanted time to think.
Once he had cleared his mind of the grey things, his parents, the hole and the familiar old man, Dwayne began to look around the boat. He found a first aid kit in the small storage cabin of the yacht, which he intended to use to help mend Jasmine’s bleeding. As he carefully investigated her perfectly tanned back he expected to see a wound, a fresh bullet hole or something else bloody. However, underneath the t-shirt he saw that there was not a scratch on her, not even scars from that terrible fire two years ago; the blood on her clothes was someone else’s. He checked himself and saw that he too was covered with blood but with no visible wounds. Had he been wounded? Dwayne couldn’t remember being wounded while on the island but he couldn’t say for sure, it wouldn’t be the first time that he had experienced a miraculous healing lately. Dwayne was beyond being confused or even surprised at the events that were unfolding. He just added the blood to the list of strange occurrences.
Dwayne had many questions to ask when the time was ripe... but for now he determined to try for some sleep too. One thing the girl had said was that he was going to need sleep. Dwayne didn’t know what she meant by that but it sounded like there were trials ahead. Trials meant adventure and when you’ve been in a wheelchair for as long as Dwayne then any adventure is a good one. Still, Dwayne couldn’t help feeling a little uncomfortable as he looked around for somewhere to sleep.
There wasn’t much room on the tiny little yacht. Dwayne wriggled around. He stared out to sea; he was surrounded by water now. He found a pillow in the crest of Jasmine’s back and looked up at the stars. Being a scout for so many years, Dwayne wanted to know where they were. The position of the moon and the stars told him one thing- he was completely and utterly lost. Dwayne hoped Jasmine would be able to tell him where they were when she woke up. He nestled his head cozily into place and smiled. Not only were his legs completely healed, but Jasmine was okay. It was as though there had been an accident.
As Dwayne contemplated these things for a few moments he began to feel tired. Slowly the combination of the boat rocking and Jasmines breathing put into a deep sleep. Perhaps the best sleep he’d had in years...
TAG TO: JAKE
For two years Dwayne had been living a lie, taking the credit for the heroic acts of the girl who he presumed had died in the fire. She had not died though; the girl who saved Dwayne’s life was very much alive and laying asleep in front of him. Dwayne had a lot of questions to ask her but decided to let her sleep. She deserved that, after all this was the second time in two years that she had helped him... and besides, Dwayne wanted time to think.
Once he had cleared his mind of the grey things, his parents, the hole and the familiar old man, Dwayne began to look around the boat. He found a first aid kit in the small storage cabin of the yacht, which he intended to use to help mend Jasmine’s bleeding. As he carefully investigated her perfectly tanned back he expected to see a wound, a fresh bullet hole or something else bloody. However, underneath the t-shirt he saw that there was not a scratch on her, not even scars from that terrible fire two years ago; the blood on her clothes was someone else’s. He checked himself and saw that he too was covered with blood but with no visible wounds. Had he been wounded? Dwayne couldn’t remember being wounded while on the island but he couldn’t say for sure, it wouldn’t be the first time that he had experienced a miraculous healing lately. Dwayne was beyond being confused or even surprised at the events that were unfolding. He just added the blood to the list of strange occurrences.
Dwayne had many questions to ask when the time was ripe... but for now he determined to try for some sleep too. One thing the girl had said was that he was going to need sleep. Dwayne didn’t know what she meant by that but it sounded like there were trials ahead. Trials meant adventure and when you’ve been in a wheelchair for as long as Dwayne then any adventure is a good one. Still, Dwayne couldn’t help feeling a little uncomfortable as he looked around for somewhere to sleep.
There wasn’t much room on the tiny little yacht. Dwayne wriggled around. He stared out to sea; he was surrounded by water now. He found a pillow in the crest of Jasmine’s back and looked up at the stars. Being a scout for so many years, Dwayne wanted to know where they were. The position of the moon and the stars told him one thing- he was completely and utterly lost. Dwayne hoped Jasmine would be able to tell him where they were when she woke up. He nestled his head cozily into place and smiled. Not only were his legs completely healed, but Jasmine was okay. It was as though there had been an accident.
As Dwayne contemplated these things for a few moments he began to feel tired. Slowly the combination of the boat rocking and Jasmines breathing put into a deep sleep. Perhaps the best sleep he’d had in years...
TAG TO: JAKE
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